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Late-X

“Tell us, where is she? We have the still images that were taken with you and Faith yesterday night.”

“I hope you enjoyed the broadcast.”

“You’re going to go away for a long time if you don’t cooperate. We’ve spent years working to take down your operation. Now, where is Faith?”

“But just look at that image, darling, you can see that I wasn’t doing anything to her that she didn’t truly crave. I bet that when she infiltrated our lab, she was just praying that she’d be captured and taken by us. Just look at her face and tell me that this isn’t the expression of someone who is having every desire fulfilled.”

“Stop it! That drug you gave her-”

“Oh, darling! It’s far too wonderful a creation to simply refer to it as a drug. Late-X is one of our most brilliant concoctions. She put up a little struggle, of course, when we slipped the latex suit on her, but doesn’t she look wonderful in it? Her gorgeous curves are so on display for you. Fuck – I just want to go back and make her scream all over ag-”

“Enough! What is the drug you gave her?”

“Don’t interrupt me, and I’ll tell you. So anyhow, when we slipped that enticing latex suit on her, she soon realised that our much-coveted aphrodisiac was laced within. She squirmed and writhed as we restrained her. She tried her best to maintain her composure once I brought out the vial of Late-X. We started the timer the moment I applied a drop of it to her clitoris, though she couldn’t understand the effects yet. She struggled to focus on anything other than the desperate need coursing through her body. You can see the delight on my face as I started using the toys on her.”

“So Late-X is another aphrodisiac?”

“Oh, not at all. There was enough aphrodisiac in her outfit to keep her writhing and begging for attention for days. No – the effects of Late-X were apparent to her once I slid that dildo inside her and pressed the vibrator right on her pulsating little clit. With how desperate to climax she already was, she should have come right at the second the vibrator pressed against that hypersensitive little jewel. Just look at how her cute little clit is so eager for attention.”

“Get to the point!”

“Demanding, aren’t you? Well, she tried her best to compose herself. You should be proud of her. Every other test subject only lasted a few seconds before they started screaming for their orgasm. She lasted an entire two minutes. The timer was set for ten minutes. Though once she realised what was happening, she let it all out. Pleading and begging non-stop… you see, Late-X keeps the victim unable to orgasm until the effect wears off, yet every sensation of pleasure is amplified. We have managed to measure the exact quantities needed for specific time frames – which is how we are able to count down the orgasm to the exact second. Impressive, isn’t it?”

“You’re sick. I’ll make sure that we bring your entire organization crumbling down. You-”

“Oh, darling, don’t be so dramatic. Look at her expression – utter bliss. If only you could have heard how much she cried out for me to let her come. Her pussy just would not stop constantly dripping. I must admit, I almost felt sorry for her. Just that short time must have been hell; she wouldn’t stop screaming for me to show some mercy and let her come. She knew she was being watched, broadcast to so many eager eyes, she just couldn’t contain herself as you can clearly see- don’t you want to watch more of the footage?”

“…and once the timer hit zero?”

“She got what she craved. Though all the orgasms that had been halted over the course of that ten minutes, all of those peaks of ecstasy that were halted while I tormented her pussy, all were released in succession. Can you imagine the sounds, the shrieks of someone having orgasm after orgasm torn from them in succession? How she thrashed in the restraints, needing to escape the onslaught of pleasure that was torturing her. I can assure you, I was relentless.”

“You’ll pay for this!”

“Oh, it didn’t stop there… I just had to do it again and again. Ten minutes every time. I think the worst part for her was knowing exactly what was going to happen but unable to do anything to stop it.”

“Enough! Where is she now? What did you do with her once you were done?”

“Done with her? I don’t think you understand. You may have captured me last night, but in all the time you have had me here, you should have been looking for her. Since I had my fun last night, we haven’t stopped since.”

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A Little Research

Wracked with the ever-intoxicating cocktail of nervousness and excitement, she was shaking as they shackled her wrists and ankles, leaving her hanging in the restraints, spread and completely at the mercy of the facility. She had an idea of what kind of cruel delights they may have had in store for her, yet the anticipation of what was to come, even though she knew how pleasurable it should be, was still overwhelming.

The facility had quite the reputation for bringing girls to their limits of sexual endurance, which is why there was not only always a surge in demand for whatever new product they were unveiling but also a surge in requests to be involved in the testing process.

It was clear that this new applicant was very nervous and somewhat apprehensive, yet the moment when the lead research analyst began smearing the latest chemical product over her, those shivers of nerves gave way to shivers of pure physical arousal. The lotion had been made to bring about the highest levels of female sexual arousal from merely making contact with the skin; they made sure to test it most thoroughly on this gorgeous guinea pig, smearing it all over her from neck to toe. It took less than 30 seconds before the girl was breathing heavily and moaning with the need for more stimulation, yet the researcher continued to apply it.

Even without any sexual stimulation, with only the faintest touches and strokes from having the oil applied, the girl’s heart was thumping as her body continued to burn more and more with need: somehow, her pussy was twitching and convulsing even though they had barely just started. With every second, the heat within her rose until, finally, the application of the oil stopped. The unbearable need did not die down. The oil caused the sensations to continuously intensify even as the analyst left the girl, hanging restrained and stewing in her maddening arousal. Only when the rest of them circled her did she realise that the application of the oil was merely the beginning of her teasing torment.

The research had been scheduled to last the duration of the day.

Test Subject: 0083

1 Hour 16 minutes – Subject 0083 remains conscious and fully engaged. The subject has so far not displayed any signals beyond typical levels of overstimulation expected within these studies. Given that the subject had not been able to cope with post-orgasmic stimulation for any duration over 20 minutes in past observations, it can be seen that this device is greatly impacting the refractory period previously caused by hypersensitivity of her clitoris.

This model of self-regulating vibrator has proven effective in keeping the female in an orgasmic state. Subject 0083 had been chosen for the study for her post-orgasm sensitivity; the device has been able to coax more orgasms from her than had been previously possible. While the subject had still been exceptionally vocal for the duration (hence the inclusion of the ball gag for this study), the wand continued to force orgasms from her by automatically changing the power of vibrations to adapt to her arousal and sensitivity. It has proven highly effective.

2 Hours 03 minutes – Her body is now showing signs of extended over-stimulation, even with this vibrator. It is time to test the self-adjusting dildo…

2 Hours 28 minutes – Subject 0083 has been successfully stimulated to multiple orgasms following over-stimulation, meaning that the self-adjusting dildo has had a positive impact. While her sex is visibly extremely red and swollen, showing the vibrator had caused intense stimulation, the dildo has been able to overcome this sensitivity by monitoring the subject’s responses and adjusting its own pace and angle to maintain stimulation with the intent to bring about further orgasms. The dildo has been observed slowing down greatly throughout the duration, indicating the subject’s orgasms have been sensually and physiologically overwhelming.

The dildo has not faltered in adjusting to the girl’s sensitivity. It would appear that the main feature of the dildo, to maintain consciousness and avoid desensitization of the sex in the subject, has proven effective; readings indicate a state of orgasmic torture. I will continue to monitor further.

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Playing Doctor

The future and the past all feel like a dreary haze, a liquid entity that would merely slip through her fingers. The only solidity is in the present: the longing, the torment, the unendurable present that consumes her.

Occasionally the instances that brought her here flash in her mind, an insignificant check-up with the doctor… that check-up which had stirred so much within. She had thought the prescription would be of little consequence, yet the constant arousal within her after taking it seemed to be too out of the ordinary to ignore. When she had brought it up with the doctor at subsequent visits, he simply gave her a short examination, one which involved him touching her more than she had a feeling was necessary; it was as if he could see her thoughts and had delved into those locked away fantasies. After the examination, he’d given her a stronger dose to take. Unsurprisingly, it made her even hornier. The more she masturbated, the more the desire seemed to consume her. Day and night, sexual thoughts clouded her mind while the desire to touch lingered without respite. She couldn’t take it; she had to return. She did not even question it when she was made to change into a gown, as if she were to be staying for a long duration, nor did she question him requesting that she changed there in his office. The idea turned her on even more. All she wanted was for the sensations to die down, yet the thought of his eyes lingering on her made her melt inside. She tried to pretend that it was the prescription that had made her lust after this man even more.

“Do you feel a heat within your body? Does this turn you on?” his words seemed to still echo; that visit was filled with so much touching, yet she wanted more and more. It was beyond an examination. It became a full exploration of her body, yet not once did she protest. It was something she had dreamed about, something that she’d expected would never be fulfilled in her lifetime, yet here it was, a dream launched into reality.

She remembers being touched until it was unbearable, until the need to orgasm right there in his office made her whimper the one word, “Please!” It made him stop and look at her as if she were a new prized possession, one he had wanted to add to a personal collection for years – a look of victory and fascination. She was too aroused to even object to the restraints he fitted her with, cuffing her to the examination table. All that ran through her mind were thoughts of sexual relief, of fulfilment. Those thoughts still trickle amidst the inferno of desire.

All day she is teased and tormented, brought so close to orgasm that the need nearly hurts. Her body is like the doctor’s own personal experiment, bringing her to the brink in new ways every time, yet the now overly familiar horror of being left on the edge, in a state of delirious longing, never changes. The medication continues its effect, never letting the feelings dull within her, no matter how many times she screams out and thrusts her hips or arches her back. He keeps her in the restraints all the time, knowing she’d masturbate herself endlessly to orgasm after orgasm the second her hands were free. While being explored by those cruel fingers, she is an addict to the pleasures her flesh has succumbed to, craving for more, just to tip her over. When left alone to fight the urges, she is a writhing mass of desperation and need.

Cruelly he teases her for so long, treating her like a typical patient, telling her in a painfully relaxed manner exactly where he is touching and what reactions they are getting out of her.

“Upon sliding back the clitoral hood, it can be seen that after an hour of being left without any stimulation, the clitoris continues to twitch of its own accord. I see it makes your back arch and hips rock just by touching it directly for a second. I will trap it between my fingertips and roll it between them for 20 minutes now, stopping at the point of climax and then continuing; your pussy juices are flowing down your thighs once again just at the mention of this. Perhaps the drug is having more of an effect than I had anticipated.” Just thinking about the things he had said makes her clench her teeth in agonised lust.

The worst part is when the doctor’s female assistant comes in to bathe and feed her, never touching her more than she needs to and never responding to the pleading that always greets her. Only when the doctor returns does the physical stimulation return again, the steady descent into a living hell of arousal.

He leaves the keys in sight all the time, just to tease her even when he is not there. Yet sometimes she wonders whether, if she had them, she would truly try to escape. One thing she is sure of, though, is that once he does let her leave, her mind will never escape from the fantasies instilled in her. She will never be free of the all-consuming desires that she has been locked in here with.

Test subject: 0095

Observing the subject using regular vibrators on herself had shown that over-stimulation caused for the girl to stop 2.00 minutes post-orgasm. This device, referred to solely as the ‘Amplified Vibrator’ has proven effective in pushing the subject past previous points of over-stimulation. The device maintains a low vibration consistently without fault until the first orgasm is achieved, after each subsequent orgasm, the vibrations increase. Due to the increase in vibrations after each orgasm, which in turn leaves the subject’s sex in a more sensitive state, it is advised that all future test subjects will also need to be restrained to continue observation.

37.00 minutes of stimulation have proven to elicit responses which had previously not been experienced by the subject. The scanners show very high physiological effects with the continued use of the Amplifying Vibrator, though attempts to draw coherent responses from her have been useless, indicating that cognitive processes are focused solely on the sensations of the device. Any attempts by the examiner to communicate with the girl have been met with screams and pleas for the vibrator to be moved away. The agonised screams correlate with instances of extreme pleasure, which indicate that the vibrator continues circulating her orgasmic state; the device has been left pressed firmly against the subject’s vaginal opening and clitoris throughout.

Preliminary interviews show that subject 0095 rarely experienced an orgasm in her private life and gets too sensitive to have more than 1 orgasm during masturbation. So far 8 orgasms have been registered, with the vibrator increasing in intensity after each one without fault. The subject is registering a level of intense pleasure which she has never experienced before, causing for her to scream for it to stop.

Readings certify that orgasm no. 9 is nearing; I will continue the test to see if the highest intensity of the vibrator can be reached, therefore another 11 orgasms will be needed. The likelihood of this occurring before the subject loses consciousness is low. I request that further tests are carried out using this device.

The Torment of Denial

“Welcome, Andrea, my dear. Please come in. I am Dr Wand; we have been expecting you!”

The voice was warm and welcoming, enough to put Andrea at ease. The apprehension of turning up to such an isolated clinic was nearly enough to have prevented the usually carefree girl from taking advantage of such an opportunity. A two-week vacation to anywhere in the world just to try on a new prototype bra sounded almost too good to be true, but seeing the small group of researchers spread around the room, some obscured by computer screens, others looking up at her in the doorway, all dressed in white lab coats and looking busy, it all felt so much more legitimate.

‘Just remember…two weeks in the French Polynesia islands,’ she kept reminding herself, to make her go through with it.